Текст песни 2. Тайга - На самом деле

Chorus:
Look at the reality of being aware of all scales
Without skipping past the eye by a
Do not stay in the desert in the middle of a snowstorm
After all, the world is what it is actually

verse :
We normally, the sun is shining and the wind howled
In fact, there was only sad ashes
Country going forward open all the way
In real life, more of those who buried dreams

All the joys of living , we are no bad
In fact the lottery without a soul trick
We on humane is not something that in a kennel
My mother also knows me as a good guy

Familiar honor authoritative voice and a beautiful camp
A man that I am a chisel and a bully
It's like not knowing where to climb so that
And they left the scheme are not always clear

We solved all sharply well right instantly
both died last knows red book
Knows Afghan, Chechen and old school European
And we're the children of the country , in rvёmsya Tops

Rvёmsya so forgotten culture
New tobacco in old trash
And on the positive and we do not need to bathe
Country spread and we are all in complete ass

We are all clear as black and white
Every third fraudster every second stale
We are all as clear as black and white
Fathers bluing young squirrel

In the rose-colored glasses , we write the tracks and remove the clips
Not noticed as something that overgrown polyps
And like a bright summer and in the winter blizzard
And sad that we are like flies mrem actually

We create games themselves and they also teshimsya
All those kisses , romance , tenderness
In fact, everything in the bed it put
Sincerely and honestly loves only mom

Exchange rates, the exchange of heat , life success
Racing with the loot , you tricked naive boy
Building a comfortable career well, just lego
And friendly uniform mass teshim your ego

Noses Caught in the coke and heroin
Living in shit dream to live like in the movie
And cheto was frozen for warmth
Do not notice themselves as hang in the loop on the neck

Everything at random can ride a bet
Go to the churches to tick
And Monday the week and again sin
And this evolution is the peak of peaks

Ready to hang on the ears ton noodles
Over the heads go for apartments and cars
Stop Think Do not hurry
In fact, around the world we are the vertices